Cherry Crush
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“Whatever you want,” he rasped, pulling her legs over his shoulders, opening her for his total possession. “Whatever you need!”
This was it! His control crumbled, and his animal instincts took over.
Tossing his head back in a fall of long dark hair, an odd caw erupted from his throat, and then he was slamming his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he could get, growling as his balls slapped against her ass, while their combined fluids flowed freely from their place of joining.
His Laney was screaming!
“YES! YES! YES!”
Her cries filled his ears with the sweetest sounds that he had ever heard!
This was it! This was perfection! He could die!
His caws grew in number, his cock nearly strangled by her scalding hot inner walls.
The scent of her overpowering him, he moved hard, deeper, faster. The scent of them together was imprinted upon his brain.
He felt his soul burn, and a quivering took over his whole body.
“Laney!” he gasped, and suddenly his head realized what his heart had been telling him all along. “Love you!”
Then his body froze. Waves of screaming heat roared from his brain, down his body, lights blaring behind his closed eyes, and the moment of his climax was at hand.
Laney heard the words, felt herself enveloped, protected and safe as her body rioted in pleasure.
Chan was above her, his smell taking over her senses. His hair surrounded them, creating an isolated place where no troubles of the world could ever reach them. His dick was a towering pillar of light, filling her with sensations she never dreamed existed.
Her Chan was perfection. He was driving her insane. Her body was his toy, his instrument, and he was playing her like a pro.
That cord within her body wound tighter and tighter, arching her body, causing her to drag her nails down his back, making her wrap her legs around him tighter.
She was losing it! Her mind wandered off, separated from this mortal plane, floating in ecstasy when she heard the words that tore her orgasm from her body in scramming spasms.
“Chan!” she cried, tears running down her face as something in her mind clicked, and suddenly all this pleasure was all the more sweet.
Her clit itched and burned, her inner walls tightened beyond all her control, her stomach muscles bunched, and her body, a storm of sensations tore through her. The power of the pleasure running over her stole her breath, stole the light, stole the very essence of her being and reshaped it into something new, something untamed, something knowing and powerful.
Then it all exploded in a sea of sparkles, wrenching cries from her throat, her body arched and bucked beneath the solid heat of him.
And as the conflagration of flames eased, her whole being was lost, afloat in a mystic sea of soft, dark downy feathers.
Her body relaxed, sliding back onto the mussed sheets, her man above her, and a lethargy that she had never experienced, an unimagined lassitude, filling her.
She was no longer a virgin! The big V was well and truly smashed to bits!
She inhaled and grinned as something tickled her nose.
She opened her eyes, staring into the fathomless black eyes of her Chan relaxing, his damp, warm weight settled comfortably on top of her while a downy darkness floated all around them.
But…but…the feathers! They were real!
Laney blinked once and lifted her head, her brow wrinkled in confusion
It was snowing! It was snowing soft, spicy-scented black feathers.
She looked at Chan, who stared back at her sheepishly.
“Um, Laney?” he breathed, rolling to the side, not letting her out of his arms or his sight—but something of a serious mien had settled about him. “There is something that I have to tell you.
Chan roared his release, feeling everything in him turn inside out as his orgasm made his cock swell, then explode, beating her inner chambers with his blood-hot seed.
His ass flexed, and his muscles ached, and the final hold on his humanity broke.
Chan sensed his body, not shift, but revel in the finding of a mate!
His instincts were so strong, his inner self so ecstatic, that it had to show its joy in a burst of celebratory magic.
In that one instance, Chan knew he began to molt, felt his body cast off his old feathers, his old life, and begin anew as a truly whole and complete being.
In a flash, his skin parted, forcing the old feathers of his youth towards the outside, making way for the silky down of an adult Tengu.
Chan’s soul soured, realizing what had happened; his mind filled with emotions that he could not even lay a name to, and tears filled his eyes.
Complete! He was complete. His Laney-kitten had completed him!
Now…he had to… explain about the feathers.
He opened his eyes to see Laney staring intently into his, a lack of understanding clearly on her face.
He stuttered out the only thing that he could as he slid his weight off her, but refused to let his mate out of his embrace.
“Laney, there is something that I have to tell you.”
“Feathers?” Her voice had grown raspy from all the screaming, but at least the afterglow was apparently keeping her from panicking.
“Um, yes. There are feathers.”
She raised her hand and slowly plucked one feather out of his hair, staring at it before turning to face him again.
“Feathers?”
“They are beyond maturity and no longer needed.”
“You molted?”
“Something after a fashion,” he allowed, praying that the screaming would not start at least until he had time to explain.
“You toss off feathers?”
“Yes.”
“After sex?” Her eyebrow rose in an eerie simulation of his own favorite gesture. “All of these pillows, they are stuffed from your feathers?”
“Yes.”
She stared at him for a moment and then nodded as if confirming something to herself.
“Cool.”
Laney closed her eyes, trying not to chuckle at the shocked expression on his face. Her Chan was adorable.
“You…are unafraid?”
“Yes,” she said, her answer parroting his words from earlier.
“Don’t you wonder what I am?” He seemed more confused than upset.
“I assume some kind of bird…?”
“I am a Tengu.” He nudged her shoulder, and Laney opened her eyes.
“That explains the nose.” She nodded, then snuggled down against Chan, smiling as the feathers seemed to exude a heat all of their own. The bed was now perfect, a warm-scented nest that smelled of the both of them.
“And…and you are not afraid?”
“What do Tengu do exactly?” she asked, eyes still closed. “Because I am not up on my Asian ancestry and all of that. French or African is more my style. So if your story has nothing to do with turning people into blue birds or princes into white doves, or huge trickster spiders, you are going to have to explain it to me.”
“My family hails from Mount Kurama in Japan. My mother is partially Chinese from several generations ago and chose my name.”
“Um-huh.” Laney yawned, hoping that he would get to the good part.
“My father is named Sojobo, practitioner of Shugendo, teacher of Minamoto no Yoshitsune, antient swordmaster, and bringer of vengeance onto Tira no Kiyomori for….”
“Tengu, Chan?” she asked, cracking one eye open. Chan frowned, but then he fell short of the menacing glare he used on his students in the dojo. Maybe it was because he looked so damn cute and cuddly all relaxed from sex surrounded by feathers….
“My people are known as yokai,”
“Um-hmm.”
“Meaning demon.”
Laney blinked at that and then examined Chan’s naked body from bottom to top. “You don’t have horns or a tail.”
“My people are protectors, Laney,” he chided gently,
relaxing a bit as he realized that this situation would not descend into screaming and tears. “I come from a long line of teachers and defenders. We are considered beneficial kami, revered nature spirits. There is my sire, Sojobo, from Mount Kurama. My cousin, Tarobi, from Mount Atago. Jirobo from the Hira Mountains, Sanjakubo from Mount Akiba….”
“What are Tengu, Chan?” Laney sounded a bit exasperated, so Chan left off describing his family lineage for now.
“We are kites and crows.”
“Kites and crows?”
“Big predatory birds, Laney. We are like hawks, falcons, and other birds of prey.”
“But you are human.” Laney looked as if she was considering the situation.
“Partially. Does that bother you?” He held his breath in anticipation of her answer.
“If you wanted me dead, I would be dead,” Laney spoke softly, a smile on her face. “And you have been nothing but kind and understanding since I met you, Chan. Besides,” she added, snuggling closer, “you love me. You could never hurt the one you love.”
And that was that.
Laney closed her eyes and readied herself for sleep.
“And when we wake up,” she added, almost in an afterthought, “you can tell me what powers you have, other than mind-blowing sex and endless pillow filler, and you can show me what a Tengu in flight looks like.”
Chan had no words.
But a bright smile illuminated his face almost to the point of glowing.
What did he deserve to have such a wonderful woman in his life?
“I will protect you,” he vowed, pulling her into his embrace before burying his face in her hair. “I will protect you from any that will hurt you.”
He recalled that the assailant was still out there with her keys and her wallet that contained her ID and a lot of her personal information. That thought brought a scowl to his face and a deep clinking in his throat.
“From any danger, I will protect you.” He placed her hand upon his heart. “This I vow.”
It was time to go hunting.
The End
Author Bio:
Stephanie was born and reared in Baltimore, MD. At the age of six she wrote her first poem and has yet to stop. Since the age of six she has won several speech writing competitions and written several plays and skits for the local NAACP youth group. While she was attending college at Seton Hill a teacher suggested she put her talents to good work and write a book. This came after a disastrous semester in Engineering Math, definitely not one of Steph’s strong suits. After six years of marriage and motherhood Stephanie finally got up the courage to show someone her work.
Since then her biggest supporters have been her husband and sister. Stephanie, writes contemporary, paranormal, futuristic, and erotic romances, often with interracial and alien characters. Her biggest asset is her huge imagination. In addition to writing Stephanie is an amateur artist and a voracious reader.
The following books are available by Stephanie Burke:
Red Rose Publishing
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Dragon Star
Dragon Ware
Dragon Clutch
Cherry Crush
Elloras Cave
Reaver Of Souls
More Than Skin Deep
Things That Go Bump In The Night Iii
Threshold Volume 2
Hidden Passions Volume 1
Hidden Passion Volume 2
Seascape
Merlins Kiss
The Slayer
The Slayer 2 (Coming Soon)
Lucavarious
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Wicked Wishes
Keeper Of The Flame
Dangerous Heat
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Omnubius (Coming Soon)
Blood Redemption (Coming Soon)
Blue Balls (Coming Soon)
Sword Play (Coming Soon)
This Dragon’s Heart (Coming Soon)
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Shelby’s Angels: When Irish Eyes Are Dying
Shelby’s Angels 2: Sometimes I’m Not
Shelby’s Angels 3: Savage-The Cult Of Delsin
Welcome To Prefect City
Sleeping Dragon
Agency Of Extraordinary Mates-Taboo
Three The Hard Way
Pink Award Winning Release!
Rookery Cove: The Darkness
Desire Island
The 13th Floor Still Waters
Space Opera
Loose Id
Liger
Tigon
Shadow Dancer-3rd In The Liger Series.
The Perfect Soldier (Coming Soon)
The Temple Of Bassette (Coming Soon)
Wild Wishes-A Happy Effin Valentine
The Coven
Love You Divine
Till It Bleeds (Coming Soon)